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Chapter 659 No Free Lunch

After Qi Ming finished dealing with the matters in the underworld, he turned around and was about to go back to Huangquan Station, looking very excited. Today was New Year's Eve, the only New Year's Eve he had spent with others in all the years since his death.

He had to go back quickly.

"Qi Ming, wait a moment," Jun Lin called out to him in time.

Qi Ming turned halfway and turned back, "Sir, is there anything else?"

His tone was full of resentment.

Jun Lin sighed. Why does this ghost always act like a resentful husband? "Today is New Year's Eve. Are you going to celebrate the New Year at Huangquan Posthouse?"

Qi Ming just looked at him without saying anything. His expression seemed to be saying: Nonsense. I am an employee of Huangquan Station. If I don’t spend the New Year at Huangquan Station, where else can I spend it?

Jun Lin put his arm around Qi Ming's shoulder with a playful smile, "Take me with you, it will be too lonely to be alone on New Year's Eve."

"You can go find your close female friends." Qi Ming put his hand down and took three steps back.

Jun Lin has countless confidantes in the underworld.

Jun Lin sighed, "It's New Year's Day, everyone needs to rest, right? I can't eat much, so just add me in."

Qi Ming stared at him, and Jun Lin felt a chill on his back. "You see, I just want to have a free meal, but I have no interest in you."

Haha, I have no interest in you either.

Qi Ming took out a cell phone and called Yang Fan, "Talk to our stationmaster yourself."

Jun Lin: "...If you take me there directly, I will die!"

Qi Ming nodded honestly, "Yes, he will be beaten to death by Yang Fan."

If he brought the King of Hell back for dinner without telling her, she would definitely beat him.

"..."

Jun Lin looked at his serious face and gnashed his teeth in hatred, "Aren't you afraid that I will beat you up?"

After all, he is his real boss!

Qi Ming: "Don't be afraid. If you beat me up, I can go back and complain."

The biggest advantage of Sanqing Palace is that it protects its shortcomings.

Jun Lin: “…”

A ghost king makes a complaint so confidently, how shameless!

The phone rang twice, and Yang Fan's cold voice came out from the receiver, "Hello..."

Qi Ming gave Jun Lin a look and said, "The call is connected. Go ahead and talk."

Jun Lin glared at him, then turned to his phone and smiled brightly, "Stationmaster Yang, it's me, Jun Lin."

The other party was silent for a second, as if shocked by his overly flattering tone, "What did you do behind my back to let me down?"

This is a bit ambiguous, little sister.

Jun Lin felt a burning gaze on his back and cleared his throat. "What are you talking about? How can I do something that is unfair to you behind your back? If I have to do it, I will do it openly. How can I be that kind of person?"

"you are not human."

"..."

Although it is true, I always feel like I am being scolded.

Jun Lin cleared his throat and said, "Well... today is New Year's Eve, I'm a little bored alone, can I go to your place for a meal?"

"About this matter," Yang Fan's tone suddenly became relaxed, "Just come directly, we have made some delicious food tonight."

Qi Ming's face became even uglier.

Jun Lin’s smile deepened, “Okay, okay… I’ll do it now…”

"Remember to bring some money for food. I don't want much, just some top-grade elixirs and magic tools. It's New Year's Day, and my disciples are still young, so just give them some red envelopes."

"Come earlier, the meal is almost ready. I'm hanging up now."

"..."

It turns out that there is no free New Year’s Eve dinner in the world!

Qi Ming's expression instantly changed from gloomy to bright.

Jun Lin reluctantly took some pills and magic weapons and went to Yang Fan's house with Qi Ming.

On the other side, Yu Xiu and his gang managed to dress themselves up like human beings for the first time.

"Old Eight, how about this, am I handsome in this outfit?" Ling Ye lifted his hair confidently.

A floral shirt, bell-bottom pants and a pair of pointed leather shoes.

Yu Xiu looked at him, who looked like the little prince of disco in the 1990s, and gave him a thumbs up. "So handsome!" "Look at what I'm wearing now."

Yu Xiu has a young face, and he wears a casual suit and sneakers, looking a bit like a college graduate.

Ling Ye: "Not bad, not bad."

"After all, you are all the ancestors' ghosts, can you be more mature and stable?" Cheng Qian complained.

Qihou looked disgusted and said, "Brother, stop talking about them. What are you wearing?"

With a slicked-back hair, leather jacket, leather pants, leather shoes, and sunglasses, he looks like a street thug.

Cheng Qian shook his head, "You don't understand this, this is called a trend."

Yu Xiu: “Tsk~”

Qihou: “Tsk~”

Ling Ye: “Tsk~”

Ning Wenshan, who was wearing a Taoist robe, glanced at them and shook his head, "None of them are decent people."

Other ghosts: The eldest brother is still as old-fashioned as ever.

Qihou and An Runnian were dressed in relatively normal attire, both wearing modified blue Taoist robes. They were not very formal but still reflected their identities.

Moreover, they both look good, just like the sons of rich and noble families.

Everyone was dressed neatly and waiting for Yang Fan to invite them to the New Year's Eve dinner.

Time passed minute by minute, but there was still no sign of Yang Fan.

"...Um, when will Yang Fan come to invite us to celebrate the New Year together?" Ling Ye couldn't help asking.

Qihou said: "It should be soon, just wait a little longer."

They waited quietly for a long time until Yu Xiu remembered a very important question.

"Did Yang Fan say he would treat us to a New Year's Eve dinner?"

Other ghosts: ...Good question.

Several ghosts looked at each other, it seemed as if this question had never been asked before.

……

"Grandmaster, who else is coming?" Tang Yuanyuan passed by Yang Fan and heard her making a phone call, so she asked.

"Yama."

"Yan Wang... Ah! Yan Wang!"

Tang Yuanyuan was almost scared out of her wits, "Grandmaster... Grandmaster, is that the King of Hell I was thinking of?"

Yang Fan nodded, "It's the King of Hell you were thinking of. We'll set up a separate table in the room and eat there."

After saying that, she turned around and went back to her room, leaving Tang Yuanyuan alone and disheveled in the wind.

I know the existence of Huangquan Post Station... I met the Ghost King... Now I can also meet the King of Hell...

Mom, my life in the past six months has been richer than the previous ten years.

"Tang Yuanyuan, what are you doing here?"

Qiao Ci'an came over and patted Tang Yuanyuan on the shoulder, "Go to the village entrance to pick up Taoist Wuxu and Taoist Fanyi. They have taken the wrong road again."

Tang Yuanyuan turned her head slowly, her tone vague, "Senior Sister, do you know who else is coming?"

"Who? Your parents?"

"No."

"Who is that?"

"Yama."

"Who is Yan Wang? This name is quite domineering..." Qiao Ci'an realized it later, "Yan Wang?!"

"The King of Hell!"

Tang Yuanyuan nodded.

"!!!"

Well, now it’s Qiao Ci’an’s turn to be disheveled in the wind.

Tang Yuanyuan placed the things in her hand on Qiao Ci'an's hand and said, "Senior sister, take it. I will go pick up Taoist Wuxu and the others."

Qiao Ci’an: “…Okay.”